Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.